Come on, I'll be a no one for you, ooh hey Got you wrong, it's not your fault, sometimes I'd rather feel cheap You can't keep suckling me 'cause I was trying so hard to enjoy everything That I ended up enjoying nothing Seriously I'm really well fed I know previously you need me like a hole in the head but Come on, I'll be a no one for you, ooh, hey Stay home and write a song for you, ooh, hey Shooting star, change of heart, something that you rarely see Smell the lilies on me, yeah Roadside, covered in flies And caustic soda, we're giving off the same odor Seriously I'm really well fed I know previously you need me like a hole in the head but Come on, I'll be a no one for you, ooh, hey Stay home and write a song for you, ooh, hey, you, ooh, hey